sitting and thinking why im tilted

2002-10-30, 4:06 p.m.

i look and the three way mirrors blink. i stare at the coffee pot whinning like a baby. i listen to the desk crumple when the bass hits. i feel my feet wanting to run, because they would if they had running shoes to snuggle with.

i

run

in

my

head

it has to be dream

i want it to show me tangibility

it hurts when i think